”I think it would be easier to bear if I still had some... spark.” Caiside flicked his fingers to demonstrate the sentiment, frowning at his own hand when nothing happened. ”There is nothing. Not even a flicker in my chest. It’s all just... gone.” The last word came out as a frustrated sigh. This had already been a nightmare of a situation, and now, to hear that some others existed and still had their power was a kick in the gut. It wasn’t fair.
Learning that others could change their shapes as well didn’t help his melancholy, as interesting as it was. Shape changing was something only the gods, or those touched by their hands, could do in his realm. It had been one of his tokens of pride, the role that he had worked so hard to fill. ”I suppose it is at least lucky I will not be accosted for changing forms then.” He quipped, trying to make light of the situation.
At the mention of the gods, Caiside leaned forward, all previous grievances forgotten in the face of the topic. ”All I want is to return to my own realm. I am inconsequential.” The confidence hid the flicker of worry that sparked through him. He had never considered being poorly received. His mind worked overtime while Jigano explained the deities here, Caiside trying to glean every little detail from what the silver haired man said. “Is... the goddess of these ascended different than the rest?” The bard had separated her explanation from the others, and described her as recent. It seemed easiest to work backwards with his questions, and it wasn’t a bad question. If Caiside ever planned on appealing to the gods, he’d have to know what their dynamics were with each other. Staying far away from sensitive subject and pre existing rivalries made it easier to avoid missteps.
Learning that others could change their shapes as well didn’t help his melancholy, as interesting as it was. Shape changing was something only the gods, or those touched by their hands, could do in his realm. It had been one of his tokens of pride, the role that he had worked so hard to fill. ”I suppose it is at least lucky I will not be accosted for changing forms then.” He quipped, trying to make light of the situation.
At the mention of the gods, Caiside leaned forward, all previous grievances forgotten in the face of the topic. ”All I want is to return to my own realm. I am inconsequential.” The confidence hid the flicker of worry that sparked through him. He had never considered being poorly received. His mind worked overtime while Jigano explained the deities here, Caiside trying to glean every little detail from what the silver haired man said. “Is... the goddess of these ascended different than the rest?” The bard had separated her explanation from the others, and described her as recent. It seemed easiest to work backwards with his questions, and it wasn’t a bad question. If Caiside ever planned on appealing to the gods, he’d have to know what their dynamics were with each other. Staying far away from sensitive subject and pre existing rivalries made it easier to avoid missteps.
